Grey

[Bombs Are Falling!]

"Good morning!" Mrs. Park greeted immediately when she entered the dining room, a bright smile dangling across her face. She swiftly gave Arthur a brief hug and walked over to her chair, inhaling the sweet, warm smell of the food cluttered on the table.

Arthur greeted back with a smile that was shining adequately as his grandmother's and stuffed his mouth with a red berry. "Mmh…! Where's Travis? Has he not come down yet?" The old woman questioned immediately when her eyes landed on his younger grandson's vacant chair. "I don't know. I haven't seen him today, perhaps he is still preparing for school." Arthur shrugged and replied soon when he had swallowed his cereal.

There was hollowness wrapped around his features — either from the unending analysis he had made of his cousin's last night's behaviour and how many questions were floating in his head. Arthur quickly released a deep sigh and continued gobbling his breakfast. "He cannot still be getting ready for sch